Title:
Cowboy
Author: emmastark
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Slash.
Archive: Yes, please.
Comments: Yes, please.
Summary: Just a tiny little something for Valerie... Happy
birthday, chica! You’re in our
thoughts!
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Cowboy
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Murdock was still wearing the hat. The chaps, tied around his thighs with leather thongs,
accentuated his denim-covered groin.
His feet were bare and his gray henley shirt was unbuttoned half-way
down his chest.
Face raised an appreciative eyebrow.
He’d been lying on his rough blanket, next to the river,
getting some sun. The job was finished,
and they’d decided to relax a little before they headed back to the city.
It was a nice place, now that the shooting had stopped. Hot and dry. Beautiful, rugged desert country. A cold rushing river.
“And my very own cowboy,” Face thought.
Murdock was looking all wild and intense. He stalked over to Face. Stood over him, backlit by the setting sun.
Face stretched out a little. Licked his lips. Smiled.
“Howdy.”
“Hey,” Murdock said.
“You come here often?”
Face rubbed his bare leg against the blanket. The denim shorts (all he was wearing) suddenly felt tight.
“Jist rode in,” Murdock said. He took off the cowboy hat and held it over his heart. “Ain’t seen you here before.”
Face batted his eyelashes.
“We’d better make up for lost time, then, and get to know each other a
little.” Face reached up and took
Murdock’s hand. “You want to get to
know me?” he asked softly.
Murdock grinned, threw down his hat, and pounced.
“Hey!” Face said, but Murdock silenced him with kisses. Their lips pressed together hard. Murdock ran his hands down the bare skin of
Face’s chest. He pulled Face closer to
him, tucking his thumbs in the beltloops of Face’s denim cutoffs, pulling and pressing
close at the same time.
Face moaned.
Murdock kissed his way down Face’s throat.
Face cried out.
Murdock struggled with the buttons on Face’s jeans. Kissed
his way down Face’s ribcage. Closed his
mouth over Face’s cock.
Face gasped.
Everything felt like heaven. The
sun hadn’t gone down yet, but he was seeing stars. Murdock’s talented mouth teased him deliciously.
Murdock held onto Face’s hips and sucked Face’s cock into
his mouth, deep, and listened.
No cars.
No planes.
Nobody yelling.
Nobody shooting.
Nothing at all. Just
the two of them, breathing hard, and the sound of the river running over rocks.
Face gasped in air, then called out. Loud, wordless cry. His hips bucked up and Murdock held him
tight and close, hands under Face’s ass, now.
Breathing in Face and hearing Face’s jagged breath and feeling Face (warm
from the sun) in his arms. Tasting
Face.
Seeing him, lying there, flushed and panting and golden and
sweet.
He smiled, then leaned down and kissed Face again. Ran the tips of his fingers gently over
Face’s forehead and cheeks and lips.
“Now’s when the cowboy usually rides off, alone, into the
sunset,” Murdock said softly.
Face reached up and grabbed a handful of Murdock’s shirt. Pulled him close. Rolled on top of him, and pulled the laces on his chaps. “I bet we can think up a better ending than
that...” he said.
He kissed his cowboy with sweet, strong, gentle, teasing
kisses as the sun set over the river...
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~fin~